Hey there my little lotus blossoms! I know my updates are long overdue, but I'm working on it, (as well as a short season 6 Olicity fic). I am going in for a mastectomy tomorrow but I intend on spending a decent amount of my recuperation writing. Post surgery I will have to forego chemo, so my writing schedule may get a little slower , but bear with me!


Oliver

Once on the front step, Tommy rang the bell, a wide grin on his face.

"One minute!" a male voice called. About thirty seconds later the door swung open. Tommy was about to introduce himself, when Oliver shoved the pie into his hands, mumbling 'hold this', before turning his attention back to Cooper, and punching the coward in the face as hard as he could. The scrawny man, fell to the floor as Tommy gaped at his friend.

"Oliver! What the hell, man!" Tommy yelled.

"Cooper, may I—" the woman's voice stopped short as Tommy and Oliver both looked at her.

"Lis? What're you—? Wait." Tommy said turning to Oliver. "Is this who I think it is?" he asked pointing at Cooper, who was holding his now bleeding nose and groaning. Oliver sharply nodded, keeping his eyes locked on Felicity, who appeared to be in shock.

Tommy shoved the pie back into Oliver hands, before lifting Cooper by his collar and delivering a second blow to the man's face.

"Um, guys!" Felicity yelled out, staring at the scene that just unfolded in front of her. Tommy and Oliver were towering over Cooper, Cooper on his ass with a nose bleed and busted lip, and Oliver holding a pie, (that she knew was made by Raisa; it had been her favorite in high school).

"Feli—" Tommy began.

"What the fuck were you guys thinking?!" Felicity asked the duo, who'd unfortunately been on this end of her loud voice a few times.

"Felicity, what the hell did he do to you?" Oliver asked, staring at the fresh bruises that adorned her body. She was dressed in predominantly pink and black workout gear. Clearly she had been working out before they'd arrived.

She was skinnier than Oliver remembered, but her body was very much in shape. But he barely noticed the sweat glistening over the contours of her slightly more than faint abs. He was too distracted by the one thing he knew Tommy now saw as well, seeing as his friend had Cooper lifted by the collar.

There were five bright red welts on Felicity's stomach, clearly new, as though she was whipped with a belt. Her right eye was only slightly swollen and purpling and there were corresponding handprints on her upper arms. But the most disturbing part was the bite mark on her inner left wrist. It was bright red, probably done no longer than half an hour ago.

"I didn't do (anything to her!" Cooper yelled, still in Tommy's grip. "Tell them, Lis!"

Oliver looked back to Felicity, a knowing look on his face. He could see the she was heavily contemplating something from the deep furrow in her brows.

"Fe-li-ci-ty. Tell us the truth." Oliver practically begged.

"Yeah, Felicity, tell these assholes what really happened." Cooper said, almost tauntingly, as Tommy roughly released his hold.

"I… I fell. Down the stairs." She muttered, looking down at her feet.

"There you have it gentlemen." Cooper smiled, sauntering over to Felicity and wrapping an arm around her. Oliver could see her wince in pain at the simple action. "Now. Get the fuck off of my property or I'll have you arrested for trespassing and assault." Oliver's eyes flitted over to Tommy's in silent communication. A quick nod from Tommy and the men were on their way back to the Queen manor.

"I'm gonna kill him." Oliver growled, plopping down on a chair at the dining table.

"I'll help you hide the body." Tommy retorted with an irritated shake of his head.

"How did she end up with asshole? Did you see those marks? She just got out of the fucking hospital and he's already putting his hands on her!" Oliver shouted, standing abruptly and flinging the pie across the dining room.

"Why the hell haven't the cops gotten involved?" Tommy asked. "Like, doesn't that fire count as attempted murder? She would've died had we not arrived when we did."

"I don't know, man. But I'm ready to take action into my own hands." Oliver replied, scrubbing his face with his hands. "I don't understand why she's protecting him. Look what's he's doing to her."

"She's afraid of him." Tommy said, simply. "I just hope we didn't cause more problems for her by going over there."

"Same." Oliver sighed. "Hey. Isn't Jessica's sister a cop?"

"Oh yeah, Dinah. I'll have Jess give her a call and I'll talk to Laurel to help her get a warrant." Tommy answered, pulling out his phone and quickly sending out a text to his fiancée.

"Hopefully she can make it quick. I don't like the idea of Felicity under that roof." Oliver spoke solemnly. "Can you imagine how different things would've been if she'd never left?"

"Oh you guys would've been married by now." Tommy chuckled. "Probably kid or two, and a puppy 'cause goodness knows how badly Lis wanted one."

"I would've treated her right, Tommy." Oliver sighed, his heart aching a bit. "I could've made her so happy."

"I know, bro. It'll happen one day. There's a reason she's back in your life after all of these years."


Felicity

Her heart pounded as she watched Cooper slowly approach her. She swallowed her nerves— quite literally— and stood in place, attempting to look confident.

Feeling a tad bit confident knowing that Oliver was right next door.

Worst case scenario, Cooper would finally snap and kill her, but was that really such a bad thing? Death would actually be favorable as opposed to the shitstorm her life had become.

"Baby," Cooper began, gently, "I think you and I need to have a talk about what just happened here." He dabbed at the split in his lip with the edge of his hand. He continued to move forward and hadn't realized that she was backing up until her back hit the wall.

Cooper's hand came to rest on the wall to the left of Felicity's head. He tipped his head down to lock eyes with hers, a hurt expression on his face. They stared, unblinkingly, before Cooper sighed.

"Felicity." He breathed, shutting his eyes for a moment. He reopened his eyes and searched hers. Felicity kept her eyes locked on his, standing as tall as she could in her sneakers. "You told me that you loved me. But yet, you called over your AA friend."

"I didn't—"

"Shh, shh, shh." He hushed, a finger to his lips. He slowly brought down his hand, keeping one beside her head. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a folded up post-it note and waved it front of her. "Don't lie to me, I found Oliver's number in your pocket."

Felicity snapped her mouth shut and gulped. Cooper looked down at the paper and sighed, a look of hurt flashing across his face.

"Felicity," he began, "I'm trying my best not to get mad at you right now. What you've here is rather serious, and if I'm being honest with you, it kinda fucking hurts."

"I'm sorry." The blond whispered back. Her eyes flitted down to her hands. There was no point in telling him that she didn't call Oliver, and that he happened to show up at pure coincidences. Cooper's hand slammed against the wall, the slap echoing in her ear, and making her jump with a gasp.

"Dammit Felicity! Sorry doesn't fix everything!" he roared, the post-it long forgotten on the floor. "I've been trying to make this relationship work for the last four years! FOUR YEARS, FELICITY! This fucking Oliver guy comes along and now your disrespecting me? Doing shit behind my back?!"

"Cooper, I—" she began, his face so close, their noses were touching.

"Are you FUCKING him?!" He roared, sending chills through her body.

"I swear to you I'm not, I never have or planned to!" She cried out, all in one breath, tears now rushing down her cheeks. Cooper breathed out, his eyes softening slightly.

"I want you to go upstairs and take a shower." He murmured, wiping away her tears with both thumbs, his hands cradling her face. "When you're done, pack a bag. I need a little space." Felicity's face twisted into confusion, as Cooper continued to talk. "I don't care where you sleep tonight, just make sure your ass is back here tomorrow morning, 9 a.m. sharp. We're going to have breakfast and a discussion about your behavior. Understood?"

"Yes." She whispered, nodding her head furiously and blinking back tears. Cooper slid a finger beneath her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his.

"Now you know what happens if you don't show up tomorrow, correct? " he asked, raising his brow. Felicity gulped, knowing exactly what the threat was.

And she knew that she would be back here tomorrow, because there was too much on the line. Cooper held out his pinky.

"Promise me." He whispered. Felicity raised her pinky, interlocking it with his. He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead then backed away. "Go get ready." He said, putting his hands in his pockets. Felicity finally moved away from the wall with a sigh. She turned to walk up the stairs and about midway up, Cooper called out to her. "When you come back tomorrow, I expect there to be a full 180 with your attitude."

She offered a sharp nod, before jogging up the stairs.


Oliver

Tommy had just left minutes prior when Oliver heard the doorbell. He put his beer on the kitchen counter and walked towards the front door. He swung it open with his left hand, beyond shocked at who was on the other side.

Thea.

A very pregnant Thea.

"You gonna let me in or are you just going to stare at your niece?" she asked, nervously with a small smile. Oliver quickly pulled her into his arms.

"Thea, I- I can't believe you're here." He whispered into her hair, which was now much shorter than he remembered. She wrapped her arms tightly around her older brother.

"I missed you so much, Ollie." She whispered. "Now let me in, its cold out here."

"Um, is this a bad time?" a familiar voice asked from just feet behind Thea. The Queen siblings broke apart, Thea turning around, to find a person that neither of them expected.

"Felicity?" they whispered in unison. Felicity licked her lips and motioned to the house.

"C-can I come in? Inside? Please."


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